Friday, November 18, 2016

8861. GENDARME AT THE FOOT OF THE BED

GENDARME AT THE 
FOOT OF THE BED
I awoke with a gendarme at the foot
of the bed, holding a Baedeker for 
points unknown. My travelogue had
a musical scale, an accompaniment 
of thieves to be sure. The capstone
of his heady mountain was the
castle of deceit. We laughed it 
off as incomplete, as something
never finished, though not
forgotten.

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